"You are."
"Do you want me to fight you?"
"No, I'd prefer not to dirty my hands on you."
"Maybe you think you can lick me?"
"I am not doing any thinking on that subject."
"You can't talk to me like this—I won't allow it," stormed Jasniff, putting up his fists again. "If you want to fight, say so!" So speaking, he gave Dave a sudden shove that sent him up against Frank Bond.
"Oh, Dave, don't let him hit you!" gasped the little lad. "He is so big and strong——"
Dave did not answer—indeed, it is doubtful if he heard the words. With a quick leap forward, he caught Nick Jasniff by both arms and backed him against the side of the building.
"Let go!" screamed Jasniff, in a rage. "Let go, I say!"